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THE LAND OF 
HEART'S DESIRE 




O Rose, thou art sick, 

WILLIAM BLAKE. 



THE LAND OF HEART'S 
DESIRE BY WILLIAM 
BUTLER YEATS 




PORTLAND MAINE 

THOMAS B MOSHER 

MDCCCCV 









FIRST EDITION, OCTOBER, I903 

SECOND EDITION, DECEMBER, I903 

THIRD EDITION, FEBRUARY, I904 

FOURTH EDITION, MARCH, I905 



TO FLORENCE FARR 



THE LAND OF 
HEART'S DESIRE 




This little play was produced at the 
Avenue Theatre in the spring of 1894, 
with the following cast : Maurteen Bruin, 
Mr. James Welch; Shawn Bruin, Mr. A. 
E. W. Mason; Father Hart, Mr. G. R. 
Foss; Bridget Bruin, Miss Charlotte 
Morland; Maire Bruin, Miss Winifred 
Fraser; a faery child. Miss Dorothy 
Paget. It ran for a little over six weeks. 



DRAMATIS PERSONiE 

Maurteen Bruin, 
Shawn Bruin, 
Father Hart, 
Bridget Bruin, 
Maire Bruin, 
A Faery Child. 




THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE 



77?^ scene is laid in the Barony of Kilmacowen, 
in the County of Sligo, and the characters 
are supposed to speak in Gaelic, They 
wear the costume of a century ago. 

Scene : 77?^ kitchen ^/Maurteen Bruin's 

house. An open grate with a turf fire is at 
the left side of the room, with a table in 
front of it. There is a door leading to the 
open air at the hack, and another door a 
little to its left, leading into an inner room. 
There is a window, a settle, and a large 
dresser on the right side of the room, and a 
great howl of primroses on the sill of the 

window, Maurteen Bruin, Father 
Hart, and Bridget Bruin are sitting 

at the tahle, SHAWN BRUIN is setting 
the tahle for supper, MAIRE BRUIN sits 
on the settle reading a yellow manuscript. 




BRIDGET BRUIN. 

ECAUSE I bade her go and feed 

the calves, 
She took that old book down out 

of the thatch 
And has been doubled over it all 
day. 
We would be deafened by her groans and moans 
Had she to work as some do, Father Hart, 
Get up at dawn like me, and mend and scour; 
Or ride abroad in the boisterous night like you, 
The pyx and blessed bread under your arm. 

SHAWN BRUIN. 

You are too cross. 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 

The young side with the young. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

She quarrels with my wife a bit at times, 
And is too deep just now in the old book ! 
But do not blame her greatly; she will grow 
As quiet as a puff-ball in a tree 
When but the moons of marriage dawn and die 
For half a score of times. 

FATHER HART. 

Their hearts are wild 
As be the hearts of birds, till children come. 

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BRIDGET BRUIN. 

She would not mind the griddle, milk the cow, 
Or even lay the knives and spread the cloth. 

FATHER HART. 

I never saw her read a book before ; 
What may it be ? 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

I do not rightly know ; 
It has been in the thatch for fifty years. 
My father told me my grandfather wrote it. 
Killed a red heifer and bound it with the hide. 
But draw your chair this way — supper is spread ; 
And little good he got out of the book, 
Because it filled his house with roaming bards, 
And roaming ballad-makers and the like. 
And wasted all his goods. — Here is the wine: 
The griddle bread's beside you. Father Hart. 
Colleen, what have you got there in the book 
That you must leave the bread to cool ? Had I, 
Or had my father, read or written books 
There were no stocking full of silver and gold 
To come, when I am dead, to Shawn and you. 

FATHER HART. 

You should not fill your head with foolish dreams. 
What are you reading ? 



MAIRE BRUIN. 

How a Princess Adene, 
A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard 
A voice singing on a May Eve like this, 
And followed, half awake and half asleep, 
Until she came into the land of faery, 
Where nobody gets old and godly and grave. 
Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, 
Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue ; 
And she is still there, busied with a dance. 
Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood. 
Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 
Persuade the colleen to put by the book : 
My grandfather would mutter just such things. 
And he was no judge of a dog or horse, 
And any idle boy could blarney him : 
Just speak your mind. 

FATHER HART. 

Put it away, my colleen. 
God spreads the heavens above us like great wings. 
And gives a little round of deeds and days. 
And then come the wrecked angels and set snares, 
And bait them with light hopes and heavy dreams, 
Until the heart is puffed with pride and goes, 
Half shuddering and half joyous, from God's 
peace : 

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And it was some wrecked angel, blind from tears, 
Who flattered Adene's heart with merry words. 
My colleen, I have seen some other girls 
Restless and ill at ease, but years went by 
And they grew like their neighbours and were 

glad 
In minding children, working at the churn. 
And gossiping of weddings and of wakes; 
For life moves out of a red flare of dreams 
Into a common light of common hours. 
Until old age bring the red flare again. 

SHAWN BRUIN. 

Yet do not blame her greatly. Father Hart, 
For she is dull while I am in the fields. 
And mother's tongue were harder still to bear. 
But for her fancies: this is May Eve too. 
When the good people post about the world. 
And surely one may think of them to-night. 
Maire, have you the primroses to fling 
Before the door to make a golden path 
For them to bring good luck into the house ? 
Remember, they may steal new-married brides 
After the fall of twilight on May Eve. 

[Maire Bruin goes over to the window 
and takes flowers from the bowl and strews 
them outside the door,^ 



FATHER HART. 

You do well, daughter, because God permits 
Great power to the good people on May Eve. 

SHAWN BRUIN. 

They can work all their will with primroses; 
Change them to golden money, or little flames 
To burn up those who do them any wrong. 

MAI RE BRUIN [/« a dreamy voice]. 
I had no sooner flung them by the door 
Than the wind cried and hurried them away; 
And then a child came running in the wind 
And caught them in her hands and fondled them : 
Her dress was green : her hair was of red gold ; 
Her face was pale as water before dawn. 

FATHER HART. 

Whose child can this be ? 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

No one's child at all. 
She often dreams that some one has gone by 
When there was nothing but a puff of wind. 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

They will not bring good luck into the house, 
For they have blown the primroses away; 
Yet I am glad that I was courteous to them, 
For are not they, likewise, children of God ? 

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FATHER HART. 

Colleen, they are the children of the fiend, 
And they have power until the end of Time, 
When God shall fight with them a great pitched 

battle 
And hack them into pieces. 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

He will smile, 
Father, perhaps, and open His great door, 
And call the pretty and kind into His house. 

FATHER HART. 

Did but the lawless angels see that door. 
They would fall, slain by everlasting peace; 
And when such angels knock upon our doors 
Who goes with them must drive through the 
same storm. 

[A knock at the door, M AIRE BRUIN opens 
it and then goes to the dresser and fills a 
porringer with milk and hands it through 
the door and takes it back empty and closes 
the doori\ 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

A little queer old woman cloaked in green. 
Who came to beg a porringer of milk. 

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BRIDGET BRUIN. 

The good people go asking milk and fire 
Upon May Eve — Woe on the house that gives, 
For they have power upon it for a year. 
I knew you would bring evil on the house. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

Who was she ? 

MAIRE BRUIN. 
Both the tongue and face were strange. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

Some strangers came last week to Clover Hill ; 
She must be one of them. 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 

I am afraid. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

The priest will keep all harm out of the house. 

FATHER HART. 

The cross will keep all harm out of the house 
While it hangs there. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

Come, sit beside me, colleen. 
And put away your dreams of discontent, 
For I would have you light up my last days 
Like a bright torch of pine, and when I die 

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I will make you the wealthiest hereabout: 
For hid away where nobody can find 
I have a stocking full of silver and gold. 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 

You are the fool of every pretty face, 

And I must pinch and pare that my son's wife 

May have all kinds of ribbons for her head. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

Do not be cross ; she is a right good girl ! 
The butter is by your elbow, Father Hart. 
My colleen, have not Fate and Time and Change 
Done well for me and for old Bridget there? 
We have a hundred acres of good land, 
And sit beside each other at the fire, 
The wise priest of our parish to our right, 
And you and our dear son to left of us. 
To sit beside the board and drink good wine 
And watch the turf smoke coiling from the fire 
And feel content and wisdom in your heart. 
This is the best of life; when we are young 
We long to tread a way none trod before. 
But find the excellent old way through love 
And through the care of children to the hour 
For bidding Fate and Time and Change goodbye. 

[A knock at the door, MAIRE BRUIN 
opens it and then takes a sod of turf out 

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of the hearth in the tongs and passes it 
through the door and closes the door and 
remains standing by it^ 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

A little queer old man in a green coat, 
Who asked a burning sod to light his pipe. 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 

You have now given milk and fire, and brought, 
For all you know, evil upon the house. 
Before you married you were idle and fine. 
And went about with ribbons on your head; 
And now you are a good-for-nothing wife. 

SHAWN BRUIN. 
Be quiet, mother ! 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

You are much too cross ! 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

What do I care if I have given this house, 
Where I must hear all day a bitter tongue, 
Into the power of faeries ! 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 

You know well 
How calling the good people by that name 
Or talking of them over much at all 
May bring all kinds of evil on the house. 

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MAIRE BRUIN. 

Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house ! 
Let me have all the freedom I have lost; 
Work when I will and idle when I will ! 
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, 
For I would ride with you upon the wind, 
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, 
And dance upon the mountains like a flame ! 

FATHER HART. 

You cannot know the meaning of your words. 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

Father, I am right weary of four tongues : 
A tongue that is too crafty and too wise, 
A tongue that is too godly and too grave, 
A tongue that is more bitter than the tide. 
And a kind tongue too full of drowsy love. 
Of drowsy love and my captivity. 

[Shawn Bruin comes over to her and leads 
her to the settle^ 

SHAWN BRUIN. 

Do not blame me : I often lie awake 
Thinking that all things trouble your bright 

head — 
How beautiful it is — such broad pale brows 
Under a cloudy blossoming of hair ! 

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Sit down beside me here — these are too old, 
And have forgotten they were ever young. 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

O, you are the great door-post of this house, 
And I, the red nasturtium, climbing up. 

[She takes SHAWN'S hand, hut looks shyly at 
the priest and lets it go^ 

FATHER HART. 

Good daughter, take his hand — by love alone 
God binds us to Himself and to the hearth 
And shuts us from the waste beyond His peace. 
From maddening freedom and bewildering light. 

SHAWN BRUIN. 

Would that the world were mine to give it you 
With every quiet hearth and barren waste. 
The maddening freedom of its woods and tides. 
And the bewildering light upon its hills. 

MAIRE BRUIN. 
Then I would take and break it in my hands 
To see you smile watching it crumble away. 

SHAWN BRUIN. 

Then I would mould a world of fire and dew 
With no one bitter, grave, or over wise. 
And nothing marred or old to do you wrong. 
And crowd the enraptured quiet of the sky 
With candles burning to your lonely face. 

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MAIRE BRUIN. 

Your looks are all the candles that I need. 

SHAWN BRUIN. 

Once a fly dancing in a beam of the sun, 
Or the light wind blowing out of the dawn, 
Could fill your heart with dreams none other 

knew, 
But now the indissoluble sacrament 
Has mixed your heart that was most proud and 

cold 
With my warm heart for ever; and sun and 

moon 
Must fade and heaven be rolled up like a scroll; 
But your white spirit still walk by my spirit. 

[A Voice sings in the distance,!^ 
MAIRE BRUIN. 
Did you hear something call-f^ O, guard me 

close. 
Because I have said wicked things to-night; 
And seen a pale-faced child with red-gold hair, 
And longed to dance upon the winds with her. 

A Voice [dose to the door\. 

The wind blows out of the gates of the day, 
The wind blows over the lonely of heart 
And the lonely of heart is withered away. 
While the faeries dance in a place apart, 

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Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring. 

Tossing their milk-white arms in the air ; 

For they hear the wind laugh, and murmur and 

sing 
Of a land where even the old are fair, 
And even the wise are merry of tongue; 
But I heard a reed of Coolaney say, 
When the wind has laughed and murmured 

and sung. 
The lonely of heart is withered away ! " 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

I am right happy, and would make all else 
Be happy too. I hear a child outside, 
And will go bring her in out of the cold. 

\_He opens the door, A CHILD dressed in 
pale green and with red-gold hair comes 
into the house. '\ 

THE CHILD. 

I tire of winds and waters and pale lights ! 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

You are most welcome. It is cold out there; 
Who would think to face such cold on a May 
Eve? 

THE CHILD. , 

And when I tire of this warm little house 
There is one here who must away, away, 

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To where the woods, the stars, and the white 

streams 
Are holding a continual festival. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

listen to her dreamy and strange talk. 
Come to the fire. 

THE CHILD. 

I will sit upon your knee, 
For I have run from where the winds are born, 
And long to rest my feet a little while. 

\.She sits upon his kneeJ\ 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 

How pretty you are ! 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

Your hair is wet with dew ! 
BRIDGET BRUIN. 

1 will warm your chilly feet. 

{.She takes the child" s feet in her hands ^ 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

You must have come 
A long, long way, for I have never seen 
Your pretty face, and must be tired and hungry ; 
Here is some bread and wine. 

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THE CHILD. 

The wine is bitter. 
Old mother, have you no sweet food for me? 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 
I have some honey ! 

{.She goes into the next room,^ 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

You are a dear child ; 
The mother was quite cross before you came. 
[Bridget t^etums with the honey, and goes to 
the dresser and fills a porringer with milk A 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 

She is the child of gentle people; look 

At her white hands and at her pretty dress. 

I have brought you some new milk, but wait 

awhile, 
And I will put it by the fire to warm, 
For things well fitted for poor folk like us 
Would never please a high-born child like you. 

THE CHILD. 

Old mother, my old mother, the green dawn 
Brightens above while you blow up the fire ; 
And evening finds you spreading the white cloth. 
The young may lie in bed and dream and hope, 
But you work on because your heart is old. 

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BRIDGET BRUIN. 

The young are idle. 

THE CHILD. 

Old father, you are wise 
And all the years have gathered in your heart 
To whisper of the wonders that are gone. 
The young must sigh through many a dream 

and hope, 
But you are wise because your heart is old. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

O, who would think to find so young a child 
Loving old age and wisdom? 

[Bridget gives her more bread and honey ^ 

THE CHILD. 

No more, mother. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

What a small bite! The milk is ready now; 
What a small sip ! 

THE CHILD. 

Put on my shoes, old mother, 
For I would like to dance now I have eaten. 
The reeds are dancing by Coolaney lake. 
And I would like to dance until the reeds 
And the white waves have danced themselves 
to sleep. 

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[Bridget having put on her shoes, she gets 
off the old mans knees and is about to 
dance, but suddenly sees the crucifix and 
shrieks and covers her eyes.l 

What is that ugly thing on the black cross ? 

FATHER HART. 

You cannot know how naughty your words are ! 
That is our Blessed Lord ! 

THE CHILD. 

Hide it away! 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 
I have begun to be afraid, again! 
THE CHILD. 
Hide it away! 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

That would be wickedness ! 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 

That would be sacrilege ! 

THE CHILD. 

The tortured thing! 
Hide it away ! 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 
Her parents are to blame. 

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FATHER HART. 

That is the image of the Son of God. 

[The Child puts her arm round his neck 
and kisses him^ 

THE CHILD. 
Hide it away ! Hide it away ! 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

No! No! 
FATHER HART. 

Because you are so young and little a child 
I will go take it down. 

THE CHILD. 

Hide it away, 
And cover it out of sight and out of mind. 

[Father Hart takes it down and carries 
it towards the inner room.l 

FATHER HART. 

Since you have come into this barony 
I will instruct you in our blessed faith : 
Being a clever child you will soon learn. 

LTo the others,^ 
We must be tender with all budding things. 
Our Maker let no thought of Calvary 
Trouble the morning stars in their first song. 

\.Puts the crucifix in the inner room.l 

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THE CHILD. 

Here is level ground for dancing. I will dance. 
The wind is blowing on the waving reeds, 
The wind is blowing on the heart of man. 

{.She dances y swaying about like the reeds, 1 

MAIRE bo Shawn Bruin]. 

Just now when she came near I thought I heard 
Other small steps beating upon the floor, 
And a faint music blowing in the wind, 
Invisible pipes giving her feet the time. 

SHAWN BRUIN. 
I heard no step but hers. 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

Look to the bolt ! 
Because the unholy powers are abroad. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN ito the Child]. 

Come over here, and if you promise me 
Not to talk wickedly of holy things 
I will give you something. 

THE CHILD. 

Bring it me, old father ! 
[MAURTEEN Bruin goes into the next 
room,li 

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FATHER HART. 

I will have queen cakes when you come to me ! 

[MAURTEEN Bruin returns and lays a 
piece of money on the table. The CHILD 
makes a gesture of refusal^ 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

It will buy lots of toys; see how it glitters! 

THE CHILD. 

Come, tell me, do you love me? 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 

I love you ! 

THE CHILD. 
Ah ! but you love this fireside ! 

FATHER HART. 

I love you. 
THE CHILD. 

But you love Him above. 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 

She is blaspheming. 

THE CHILD ho MaireI 

And do you love me ? 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

I — I do not know. 

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THE CHILD. 

You love that great tall fellow over there : 
Yet I could make you ride upon the winds, 
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, 
And dance upon the mountains like a flame ! 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

Queen of the Angels and kind Saints, defend us ! 
Some dreadful fate has fallen : a while ago 
The wind cried out and took the primroses. 
And she ran by me laughing in the wind. 
And I gave milk and fire, and she came in 
And made you hide the blessed crucifix. 

FATHER HART. 

You fear because of her wild, pretty prattle; 
She knows no better. 

iTo the Child.] 

Child, how old are you? 

THE CHILD. 

When winter sleep is abroad my hair grows thin, 
My feet unsteady. When the leaves awaken 
My mother carries me in her golden arms. 
I will soon put on my womanhood and marry 
The spirits of wood and water, but who can tell 
When I was born for the first time ? I think 
I am much older than the eagle cock 

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That blinks and blinks on Ballygawley Hill, 
And he is the oldest thing under the moon. 

FATHER HART. 

She is of the faery people. 

THE CHILD. 

I am Brig's daughter. 
I sent my messengers for milk and fire, 
And then I heard one call to me and came. 
iThey all except M AIRE BRUIN gather about 
the priest for protection, MAIRE BRUIN 
stays on the settle in a stupor of terror. The 
Child takes primroses from the great bowl 
and begins to strew them between herself 
and the priest and about M AIRE BRUIN. 
During the following dialogue SHAWN 
Bruin goes more than once to the brink of 
the primroses, but shrinks back to the others 
timidly^ 

FATHER HART. 

I will confront this mighty spirit alone. 

\.They cling to him and hold him back.li 

THE CHILD [while she strews the primroses^. 

No one whose heart is heavy with human tears 
Can cross these little cressets of the wood. 

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FATHER HART. 

Be not afraid, the Father is with us, 
And all the nine angelic hierarchies. 
The Holy Martyrs and the Innocents, 
The adoring Magi in their coats of mail, 
And He who died and rose on the third day, 
And Mary with her seven times wounded heart. 
[.The Child ceases , strewing the primroses, 
and kneels upon the settle beside MAIRE 
and puts her arms about her neck,^ 
Cry, daughter, to the Angels and the Saints. 

THE CHILD. 
You shall go with me, newly-married bride. 
And gaze upon a merrier multitude ; 
White-armed Nuala and Aengus of the birds, 
And Feacra of the hurtling foam, and him 
Who is the ruler of the western host, 
Finvarra, and their Land of Heart's Desire, 
Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, 
But joy is wisdom. Time an endless song. 
I kiss you and the world begins to fade. 

FATHER HART. 

Daughter, I call you unto home and love ! 
THE CHILD. 

Stay, and come with me, newly-married bride. 
For, if you hear him, you grow like the rest : 

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Bear children, cook, be mindful of the churn, 
And wrangle over butter, fowl, and eggs. 
And sit at last there, old and bitter tongue, 
Watching the white stars war upon your hopes. 

FATHER HART. 

Daughter, I point you out the way to heaven. 

THE CHILD. 
But I can lead you, newly-married bride. 
Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise. 
Where nobody gets old and godly and grave. 
Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. 
And where kind tongues bring no captivity. 
For we are only true to the far lights 
We follow singing, over valley and hill. 

FATHER HART. 
By the dear name of the one crucified, 
I bid you, Maire Bruin, come to me. 

THE CHILD. 

I keep you in the name of your own heart ! 
{.She leaves the settle, and stooping takes up a 
mass of primroses and kisses them.l 
We have great power to-night, dear golden folk, 
For he took down and hid the crucifix. 
And my invisible brethren fill the house; 
I hear their footsteps going up and down. 
O, they shall soon rule all the hearts of men 

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And own all lands ; last night they merrily danced 
About his chapel belfry ! (r<? MAIRE) Come 

away, 
I hear my brethren bidding us away ! 

FATHER HART. 

I will go fetch the crucifix again. 

{.They hang about him in terror and prevent 
him from moving^ 

BRIDGET BRUIN. 

The enchanted flowers will kill us if you go. 

MAURTEEN BRUIN. 
They turn the flowers to little twisted flames. 

SHAWN BRUIN. 
The little twisted flames burn up the heart. 

THE CHILD. 
I hear them crying, "Newly-married bride, 
Come to the woods and waters and pale lights." 

MAIRE BRUIN. 
I will go with you. 

FATHER HART. 

She is lost, alas ! 
THE CHILD {standing by the doorl 
But clinging mortal hope must fall from you 
For we who ride the winds, run on the waves, 

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And dance upon the mountains, are more light 
Than dewdrops on the banners of the dawn. 

MAIRE BRUIN. 

take me with you. 

[Shawn Bruin goes over to her.l 

SHAWN BRUIN. 

Beloved, do not leave me ! 
Remember when I met you by the well 
And took your hand in mine and spoke of love. 

MAIRE BRUIN. 
Dear face ! Dear voice ! 

THE CHILD. 

Come, newly-married bride ! 
MAIRE BRUIN. 

1 always loved her world — and yet — and yet — 

LSinks into his arms,li 

THE CHILD [from the doorl 
White bird, white bird, come with me, little bird. 

MAIRE BRUIN. 
She calls to me ! 

THE CHILD. 

Come with me, little bird ! 

MAIRE BRUIN. 
I can hear songs and dancing ! 

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SHAWN BRUIN. 

Stay with me ! 

MAIRE BRUIN. 
I think that I would stay — and yet — and yet — 

THE CHILD. 
Come, little bird with crest of gold ! 

MAIRE BRUIN [very softly! 

And yet — 

THE CHILD. 

Come, little bird with silver feet ! 

[MAIRE dies, and the child goes ^^ 

SHAWN BRUIN. 

She is dead ! 
BRIDGET BRUIN. 
Come from that image : body and soul are gone. 
You have thrown your arms about a drift of 

leaves 
Or bole of an ash-tree changed into her image. 

FATHER HART. 

Thus do the spirits of evil snatch their prey 
Almost out of the very hand of God ; 
And day by day their power is more and more, 
And men and women leave old paths, for pride 
Comes knocking with thin knuckles on the heart. 

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A VOICE {.singing outside]. 

The wind blows out of the gates of the day. 
The wind blows over the lonely of heart, 
And the lonely of heart is withered away 
While the faeries dance in a place apart, 
Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring. 
Tossing their milk-white arms in the air; 
For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and 

sing 
Of a land where even the old are fair. 
And even the wise are merry of tongue ; 
But I heard a reed of Coolaney say. 
When the wind has laughed and murmured 

and sung, 
The lonely of heart is withered away,^^ 

{.The song is taken up by many voices, who 
sing loudly, as if in triumph. Some of the 
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